Текст песни Щёки - жизнь

Stained youth in the wilds of the past,
I would be proud of it all, but painfully sick.
Nerves like a stone, but not eternal,
There is a sense in the dialogue, and they eventually labeled.

Beat on the liver, in the veins of increasing degree.
Somewhere very far away, and my mind falls.
Do not care about status, go to the line.
There is no water for a long time, and I want to get drunk.

Came a bird, let them know,
Who shakes here and that puts
At the head of each spinning carousel,
This long voyage who stranded dead.

Casts a shadow on glare single scene.
no way back, long-closed doors.
We do not need a stick knives and guns
we are inundated with those who did not really need.

Let then rule the world, but do not control us,
We were born for other purposes, and so on.
Rhyming words leave marks on paper,
And happy heart, and in my heart there is no draft.